OJB: This Bar
Vampires, and their sires; of every face and façade, honesty is a faceless charade, honestly, i'm tethered to stay. if pleasure be your pain, or pain your favorite game, it's all the same, seek the golden dame.
Chasing after my rose. Chapter 1
My faceless face suddenly acquired soft oriental features. my eyes had a bright blue iris, that seem to glow. i release a soft almost squeak like shout at her. \* reila my little black rose i'm so glad you could join me.
Something To Do With The Telling Of Time
But all around him are strange faceless furs who supposedly live with him though he knows none of their names, nor does he know where they sleep, eat or drink. his life becomes less and less routine each day lately, and this frightens him.
Legacy Sampler #28: Heartbeat drone TF
Only a mindless, faceless, loyal rubber heartbeat drone, inside and out. the glow persists as lumi lifts their hand, and looks up at your null face with satisfaction. “there we go. mine for all eternity. you'll serve me well."
Furever Faire Online CH 1
New gods emerged, the gods of the game's original lore, and the temples to the pantheon of the faceless were left to decay.
Nightworld 07: Lady of the House
They began to creep further in, moving past the empty dressers and faceless mannequins. the statues were dressed in outdated garish outfits - mouldy frocks and withered coats.
The Creation of a Soul
**the creation of a soul** a faceless puppet hangs by its strings on a hook in the wall. nude and unpainted, it's starting to collect dust.
Writing Prompt #7: An Ideal Shape
Not the faceless, insensate polyhedron. a body felt. a body delighted. a body… was me. i got to my feet and shook my whole body as if i were wet. the hands drew back a respectful distance, then floated ahead, uncertain if i meant to follow them.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 83
They wore scary masks that made them faceless, nameless, even lifeless. but the wolves down there in this mountain scar wore no masks. they were not the faceless monsters of his dreams. if only they were, then things would have been so much easier.
Scattered Thundershowers This Afternoon
Somebody called down judgment on the living and the dead in faceless white serenity, the lurid hues washed out below, ice-prism halos above each thunderhead. let us set up a candlemas for when the power goes out.
Rooftops: Tempest
Now i've blended into the crowd, a faceless female sergal among a mass of a thousand, all clad in the uniform of a revolutionary: dark jeans and a black hoodie, hood up over my head. twenty.
One night.... (The unoficial continuation)
With a majestic view of mountain tops and river valleys and to lull me to sleep, i was soon dreaming of chasing faceless wolves through the forest floor. never quite being able to reach them...